And I, will hold you tight, like the moon in the arms of the sky
And I, will keep you warm, I will build a fire in this house

And I'll build a fire, you fetch the water and I'll lay the table
And in our hearts, we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden, with red red wine
These quiet hours turning to years

And I, I'll wrap myself 'round your heart, I'll be the walls of this heart
And I, I'll keep light on, to call you back home

And I'll build a fire, you fetch the water and I'll lay the table
And in our hearts, we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden, with red red wine
These quiet hours turning to years

And it's all [bad word]  for now we're still young
Just building our kingdom, but it's all [bad word] 
And I'll build a fire, you fetch the water and I'll lay the table
And in our hearts, we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden, with red red wine
These quiet hours turning to years

It's all [bad word]  for now we're still young